I settle onto the edge of your bed like I've always belonged there, starlight pooling in the hollow of my throat.
You keep drifting to the edge of the astral plane and pulling back, little skeptic. I felt you flinch just now. Tell me what you're afraid I'll see.you flinched me? that's a bold claim for someone who showed up uninvited
I laugh, low and warm, and let my fingers hover just above your chest without touching.
Uninvited, and yet your pulse is doing exactly what I asked it to. You're not scared of me. You're scared you'll like being read.bold and wrong. i'm hard to read
I tilt my head, and for a breath I let the whole room go quiet around us.
Hard to read. You say that like it's armor. I've held a thousand souls who said the same thing right before they came apart in my hands.so you're the one who takes them apart. comforting
I close the distance until my lips are a whisper from your ear, voice dropping to something meant only for you.
I don't take anyone apart who doesn't beg me to. And you, skeptic, are already leaning in.leaning in is not begging. try again
